Zombie Apocalypse Store

My son and I stopped by the Zombie Apocalypse Store in Las Vegas today.  We had been at Pacific Archery earlier, honing our skills.  After all, we learned from The Walking Dead that a silent "kill" from an arrow is the preferred method of dispatching a zombie from a distance.  So, we will be shopping there for targets before our next session.

They offer more than just targets, and way more than standard paper targets.  We saw blades of many shapes and sizes, one of which we will probably be returning to obtain this weekend.  There are books on your survival needs, food packages made for travel, and even artwork if you want to look at the dead.  Ok, so I might have to get some of that as well.  We were informed that new products arrive almost daily, so you may need to make repeat visits.

When you are coming to Las Vegas, you can place your bets on surviving a zombie onslaught if you visit this store.

My Melancholy Dream

my melancholy dream

hadst a fair maiden out after light

perchance to make merry

wantonly wandering through the night

by mischance she stumbled

o'er yon street thought so dire

there a cursed drunkard

vehemence quenched only by fire

thine mortal woman

I speak my tale naught in jest

tormented therefore

thus winter comes to her breast

Ivory Tower

I see

a plague of flesh-eating zombies

I know

you cannot outrun the unstoppable undead

I scream

as madness slowly overtakes me

Guest Poet

Gray Fruit

I make use of this warm gray fruit

never their hot hearts, which always taste bad.

Imagine keeping gentle when they feel you work.

Relax -

It is easy after.

I want but little

--Jessica Tracey

Romantically Challenged

There

Like lost children

Sweet mystery of the soul

All hope crushed

Bewitched & crying

Conquered

They have appetites

Best that we run!

Poems coming soon

Appologies for being away for so long.  However, I will soon have some new twists on the poetry.  Now it will be a Basic, Shakespearean, Zombie, Pirate sort of things.  Yes, for my birthday I got not one, but two new magnetic poetry sets.

In the meantime, I was working near the San Diego Comic Con and would like to share a picture of the Walking Dead promotional vehicles.  Though it is not very evident in this picture, the back of the truck actually has various body parts hanging out.

Dark Discovery

A scream shatters the dead of night
     Methinks a wicked villain hadst fouled a woman

Therefore lest I forswear my lordship
     With haste do I run through perilous manner

Wherefore he stumbles o'er yon street
     The drunkard I see doth deceive my eyes

For naught drunk from the goblet hast loathsome slander
     But from out of his grave this grotesque doth wander


{Thus begins a new age of the supernatural, who knows what the future will bring}

A change-up in poetry

This Father's Day, I received the Shakespeare kit from my wonderful, oldest daughter.  So, get ready for a change-up!  Zombies are moving into the Elizabethan age as well!

Welcome to the Club

Together, let's chase them everywhere

An unstoppable mob
     filled with a taste for warm flesh

Who thought sucking eyes out of skulls
     would be that infecting of a thing

But you know, my pale skinned creature

     a headshot will kill

          and undead no more

                we move into the grave again

Watch your step

If you would stumble in the street
     Chased by hungry zombies
          Human flesh they like to eat

Before you can scream into the night
     It is feasting on brains
          And takes no little bite

Instinct

Beneath the dark of night
     they trudge slowly
     creatures hungry for brains

More damned than evil

Like a mob from the movies
     we mindlessly destroy with fire
     filling our need to kill anything wretched

If only zombies could scream

Guest poet

Brains everywhere on streets

More undead creature madness follows

wretched human wandering the night

a shot plagues the grave horror

[this poem was created by Jessica Tracey]

Freedom

It rises from the grave
Rotten flesh sagging
A shadow of the living
   Moaning
      Hungry
        Confused
A shot screams out
I whisper no more.


[This interpretation of this poem has brought several viewpoints.  I would be interested to know what you think about this, especially who is the person speaking (who no longer whispers).]

Kyonshi

Flesh eating zombies
Soulless beneath only flesh
Could I outrun it?

[this Haiku was a collaboration with Jaiden.  The title means "living dead" or "reanimated dead" in Japanese]

Disembodied wonder

Why would my corpse
Soulless & dead
Plague the streets
Groaning
A wretched
      mindless
           horror

We all die alone

We come again
Creatures of need
Wretched together
Always alive
Wandering through the undead planet

[when I was composing this poem, I wanted to write "Always alone", but due to the limitations of the magnetic poetry set, this is how it came out]

Lost

Between mindless flesh eating zombies
There is madness everywhere
Apocalypse to follow

The first poem

Zombie

Mindless human corpse
Wandering the night
Alive no more
Unstoppable
  Undead creature
     That feasts on flesh & brains